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Issue Details: First known date: 2017... no. 19 Spring 2017 of Tincture Journal est. 2013 Tincture Journal
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Contents

* Contents derived from the , 2017 version. Please note that other versions/publications may contain different contents. See the Publication Details.
Mother of All Bombs, Alexandra O'Sullivan , single work prose

'Easter falls on the first Sunday after the full moon, which this year happened to be just over a week prior to Anzac Day. This meant that the two public holidays in 2017 came thick and fast, so I connected them symbolically, and to the events of the world that were swirling around them.'  (Introduction)

(p. 4-8)
Moederland : Part Three : Stolen Property, Johannes Klabbers , single work prose

'When I was thirteen I thought being Dutch was really crap. So boring and useless. We couldn’t stop our country being invaded by the Germans. And we couldn’t beat them in the World Cup final either, even with Cruijff and after being 1-0 up within the first two minutes. We made one ugly little car called a DAF that no one wanted, and everything had an old people smell. We spoke a stupid language which you could only use to communicate with other boring Dutch people. Things and people from England and Amerika, on the other hand, were exciting and interesting. When the opportunity came to go and live in England where the Beatles and the Stones (and the Who! and the Kinks!) were from, I couldn’t believe my luck. But the harsh reality was that the life of a fourteen-year-old schoolboy in the outer suburbs of London in the early 70s was no picnic. And I was still Dutch!'  (Introduction)

(p. 9-12)
Vase of Gerberas, Lisa Brockwell , single work poetry (p. 13)
Disappearing, Myfanwy McDonald , single work short story

'Fernley’s sister is a moth. Wrapped up in her quilt cocoon. Her money box is a ladybug. A fat, round ladybug with a dumb-arse smile. It sits on a shelf above her head.'  (Introduction)

(p. 14-24)
The Nesting Pair, Ramon Glazov , single work short story (p. 25-58)
Snorei"I take it personally. This thing", Ella Jeffery , single work poetry (p. 59)
Middle Distance, Kate Lansell , single work prose

'I was aware of the notebook before my grandmother Judy died. I did not read it, hold it in my hands, or flip through its pages until after her funeral. It is a small, spiral-bound book with no lines. Perhaps sold as an artist’s sketchbook, the paper slightly heavier than a regular notebook. A picture of white flannel flowers has been pasted onto the cover. In it Judy recorded quotes from writers such as Oscar Wilde, Vladimir Nabokov, William Morris, Lord Byron. I knew my grandmother read a lot and was an avid library user. I, naively and snobbishly, presumed she read the indistinguishable pastel-coloured shelf-fillers libraries stock in the thousands. Yet her notebook is full of handwritten quotes from the types of writers you aren’t likely to see in the large print section of the library.' (Introduction)

(p. 60-64)
A Tragedy in Four Hundred Partsi"On bright fields of water it was something to see", Angela Gardner , single work poetry (p. 65)
Goddess Distemperi"In your apartment", Gavin Yates , single work poetry (p. 84)
Under the Rip, Regan Lynch , single work short story (p. 97-102)
Beau Pres(id)ent for George Washingtoni"Generations start with this", Dave Drayton , single work poetry (p. 103)
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